The sky was black when One woke up from his dream. He remembered nothing once again, just a fuzzy feeling that enveloped his body and mind.
He stood and looked around to see where he was, he was actually alone in the middle of a desert. From what he can recall, he was on his way back to the main hub until his vision went black.
He staggered suddenly, unsure what his injury was. It came as a surprise to One who taught of himself as invincible. Magic had not damaged him in anyway and he was practically immune to most blows the people of the new world and nature could throw at him.
Yet he staggered.
He looked down and saw his legs. They were crippled with sparks coming from the cracks. It seemed like he landed hard.
He then scanned his surroundings for any signs of a wreckage that may indicate they were somehow shotdown by something or someone.
There was none.